[b][u]MEDICAL LOG 002 - NICKI F SHARPE
CURRENTLY:[/b] [i]Making friends. Trying to make friends.[/i][/u]

Nicki was confused as to why she was getting the stare-down from her pilot-to-be. So far, all she's done is shift some tables and get rid of a useless document; did she offend her somehow? This was not how Nicki wanted things to go. She stared back at Caelum as her mind spiralled into countless methods of trying to solve this issue, because she [i]had[/i] to be friends with [i]everyone[/i], no questions asked. Swiftly, Nicki resorted to trying some sort of bumbling friendly approach, in which she used more words than were really necessary and put on a different tone of voice.

"Oh, uh, I'm sorry if I offended in any way Caelum, I just...didn't think you needed it, is all." apologised Nicki, her face falling a little. For good measure, Nicki decided to add a joke; "Besides, the amount of info you're getting off these reports, they're better off as paper planes, right?" she chuckled, smiling at Caelum.

The smile never reached her eyes, which remained as blank and as calculating as ever. Maybe that was just how she was.

Nicki's attention was diverted by the new arrival, and her smile dropped as she looked at Risty. Looking was, in effect, a huge understatement; she practically dissected the woman. [i]Handcuffs - prisoner. Tattoos...pirates, something-serpents. Strongium? good at escaping, equally good at killing people - even whilst handcuffed, why else would she have those escorts...[/i] listed her mind as she yelled obscenities at the retreating escorts. Nicki shut her eyes for a moment. [i]Correction - not good at killing people with handcuffs. Safe to be around civillians.[/i] Risty asked for Nicki to get the key out of her front pocket and Nicki obliged ([i]Doesn't mind stealing, testing to see whether or not I'll let her go...of course I'll let her go, she looks like great fun...[/i]) immediately, unlocking the handcuffs manually and politely setting the key in front of Risty.

Once Risty introduced herself, Nicki smiled at the woman - again, one of those almost fake smiles that never really reached her eyes. "Nicki F Sharpe, medic. Pleased to meet you." she replied cheerily. Her eyelids flickered as Caelum had the nerve to call her F Sharpe - what a stupid, godawful nickname. But hopefully Caelum didn't notice as she slid into an enraptured speech about their clattering old spaceship, to which Nicki leant forward and gave the pilot her full attention and an equally as amazed expression whilst her brain came up with several ways to end that pilot's life, one of which involving the teacup sitting on the stacks of paperwork.

Another person came in - Nicki got distracted. Her mind switched into observation mode again. [i]Straight back, tactful pacing, no smile...used to authority. Didn't shove his report on top - used to authority, but not arrogant. Won't sit down...it's not medical, so he either likes to look down on people or is too nervous to sit down. PTSD? Not talking much either. Doesn't like to waste words. Very businesslike. Probably won't take the pilot's eventual jokes when they come around.[/i] murmured her thoughts in a constant stream whilst her 'normal' no-emotion smile graced her features once again with a nod and a 'good morning' to the man. [i]Captain, or co-captain, but certainly not anything less than that,[/i] added her thoughts.

Nicki ran a hand through her sheet of red hair in an attempt to silence her overworking brain. Hopefully it wasn't going to be like this for everyon-[i]Heavy boots, probably a soldier, he's twisting through that mess of benches without hitting them - good reactions, almost certainly a soldier. Carries a pack with him - well prepared. Not very intelligent - and a smoker, too.[/i] Nicki stared at Tide before realising that she was staring and decided to do the most medic-like thing and sniff, throwing him a frown of disapproval. "You won't be able to smoke on the Medusa," she warned, "I'd rather we didn't have to change the oxygen filters every time we take a pit-stop. The name's Nicki F Sharpe, Medic."

Nicki turned to glance at totally-not-going-to-kill-us-all Risty. "I hope those escorts aren't tagging along with us, that'd put a downer on the whole trip." she said, almost sympathetically. Almost. Then, she turned to smile at her new best friend [i]I hope you die first[/i] Caelum. "Who else are we waiting for, then?" asked Nicki.

Just when Nicki thought it couldn't get any better, she felt it; a moodswing. Everything got a lot darker, all her outcomes became grim, it was getting harder for her to remain cheery and she didn't want to alienate people on her first day. Her shoulders slumped. "I'm...not used to this gravity field strength," she added in a less energetic tone of voice, trying to pass it off as mild discomfort instead of massive emotional freak-out.